Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2009 17:54:50 +0100
From: Rick Masters
Subject: Holidays by the Sea - 15
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Chapter 14 ended
J's cock got hard immediately as he thought about some of the things he and
Jeff had done over the years. J did not bother to try and hide it as he
adjusted his shorts or rather adjust his cock in his shorts; he knew it
would be no surprise for Jeff. Jeff did notice and leaned over to whisper
to J, "you randy old bugger. You just can't wait can you? Well, I guess you
might just join a gay version of the mile high club this trip."
J's cock gave a jerk at the thought and he just smiled back at Jeff as his
face turned slightly red. "And don't think my mentoring comes free
either. There will be a form of price to be paid for it."
Chapter 15
Jeff had a bit more work to do with the younger folk for although the HBTS
party did not take up the whole plane, even as small as this plane was,
they still filled a fair chunk of it, and Jeff appeared to be in charge of
all of them. The doors had been closed and the seat belts sign had come on
before Jeff came back to sit down in his seat. Within moments the plane was
being backed out and then released to move under its own power as it headed
towards the runway. Jeff leaned forward and pulling the light blanket from
the pouch on the back of the seat in front of J, where J had put it
earlier, he told J to cover himself with it as the temperature was still
quite cool and J was already dressed for the heat of Greece. Then as the
jet engines revved up and the noise increased, Jeff leaned close to J and
said, "by the time this bird gets off the ground, I want your shorts and
briefs in my lap."
J just grinned and began to obey. But in order to get anywhere he had to
loosen the seat belt first and this delayed him enough that the plane had
left terra firma before the two articles of clothing were in the place they
had been allotted. "Late! Slow! That'll cost you." Jeff said as his hand
felt along J's leg under the blanket to find a stiff middle leg already
greased up with pre-cum and raring to go. Jeff began a long slow wank of
J's cock, constantly stopping to give his balls a bit of play or to just
stroke the hair in the area, tickle J's belly button and reach as far
between J's legs as he could get. The main thing was that he was not
letting J cum and neither was he allowing J to touch him in an intimate
way. In fact when J had tried to touch him, Jeff had made J put his hands
down at his sides and had then done the seat belt up over J's arms
effectively pinning his hands to his sides and leaving J that little more
defenceless.
Every time a steward went past, Jeff would stop wanking J and so his cock
would cool off a bit again. Jeff had been playing this cat and mouse game
with J's cock for over two hours when J could take it no longer and begged
Jeff to bring him off.
"And what do I get in return for this favour?" Jeff asked, or rather
bribed.
"You get whatever you want, just make me cum or let me do it myself
please." J replied. Although Jeff and J did not have a real relationship as
such, J trusted Jeff and knew that Jeff would not demand or do anything
which would be harmful or scarring to J and so he was confident when he
made the open offer to Jeff.
"Right I will take you at your word in a gentleman's agreement." Jeff
returned the trust J had just shown him and then proceeded to bring J's
wank to a fulfilling orgasm.
Of course this presented J with a further problem, because he now had a
load of spunk spread out over his lower belly and upper legs as well as
plastering his cock and pubes; and his hands were still trapped under the
seat belt restraints. How was he to clean up? He whispered his dilemma to
Jeff asking for him to release his hands as well as get him some tissue to
wipe up with. Jeff responded with a wicked grin and although he released
the seat belt, he told J that there was no tissue available and he would
have to use his briefs instead, and handed them over to him. This was part
of the gay mile high club membership, Jeff went on to explain. And then
offered his hand to shake with J's as a welcome to the club gesture.
"But I can't wear them after cleaning up all this mess." J protested.
"That is the whole idea." Jeff answered. "You have to free ball until you
get to the camp and get into your dorm." And he grinned even more. "And
then try and change without any of the others realising you are hanging
loose."
J knew he was beat and so began to wipe up his cum with the briefs and once
he had done it he asked for his shorts back. Jeff demanded the briefs be
swapped for the shorts as they were now his. So J handed them over and was
a little sad as they were one of his favourite pairs – but a deal is a
deal. Jeff gave him his shorts and then stood up to put the briefs into his
own hand luggage which was in the compartment above their heads. If J had
not been so busy putting his shorts on under the cover of the blanket, he
might have noticed that Jeff had a considerable bulge in his jeans which in
turn would have given rise to a re-hardening of his own piece and the
accompanying problems this would pose with not having briefs to help keep
it in place. But J was saved this and because he had just enjoyed a
significant release, he had no problems of this nature – at least not at
present; but there was still the rest of the flight and then the two hour
coach trip to the camp. What J did not know was that they were also going
to have to wait at the airport in Thessaloniki for another flight to come
in before their coach would leave for the last stage of the journey. This
meant that he still had something like four hours to go before he would be
able to access his kit for a fresh pair of briefs.
Once J had got his shorts on, he decided that he needed to pee and so
headed off towards the back of the plane to the loos. He joined the queue
and thought that the aircraft manufacturers must work out exactly how many
toilets to install for the number of passengers to ensure that there was
always a queue, for he could not remember ever being able to go straight to
the bowl without having to wait in line. This wait was the first in a row
of problems for J because as one does when waiting in a queue, J began to
look around at the other people in the vicinity. His eyes fell on a blond
haired guy who was about the same age as J and who had fallen asleep in his
seat. This guy was wearing a pair of soft cotton shorts and in his sleep
had become aroused and his cock was pressing hard against the shorts
showing a very clear outline of a nice sized and proportioned member. To
make matters worse, he was a good looker which is what had drawn J's
attention in the first place.
J may have just had an orgasm, but that sight was enough to set his pole to
rising to full mast and without any underwear, J's T shirt was just not up
to the job of hiding it. J also knew that putting his hands down there to
try and cup it and thus screen it off from view would simply tell observers
exactly what his problem was. So he decided that he would try and ignore it
and hope that there was not enough to draw people's attention and so he
might get away unnoticed. Some might say that line of thinking was a bit
naïve, but I rather think it was just very wishful. Firstly a young boy
with his mom in tow left the toilet J was lined up for and as the boy
passed J, his eyes were at the same level as J's prominent tent pole.
Whether it was deliberate or not, this youngster managed to brush against
it with his head as he squeezed past and then looked up into the shocked
face of J and smiled an apology.
If that were not enough, the next one to go past was a teenage girl, who
had obviously spied his gun before she got near to him, and as she began to
edge past him, she grabbed it and gave it a squeeze and said, "Nice, big
boy." J was too shocked to say or do anything but turn a glowing shade of
red that disappeared down into his T shirt. Of course this did not help J
to lose his erection and it came into contact with two other people as they
squeezed past him, but they seemed not to notice anything at all. At last J
made it to the loo and closing the door behind him. He breathed a sigh of
relief. But then found his cock was way too hard to pee out of and so he
had to give himself another wank to get it to go soft before he could
relieve himself. Feeling much more confident about it all, and with a soft
cock inside his pants, he made his way back to his seat. But alas, his
confidence was soon to be tested, because he found as he went past the
blond guy, he was still asleep, but had now managed to get a hand inside
his shorts and was obviously hugging his still erect penis. The effect was
a hardening one on poor old J as he began to get stiff all over again.
Four rows further along towards his seat, he nearly fainted for he found he
had to squeeze past someone coming in the opposite direction and so turning
to face the seats he was next to, he began to edge sideways to pass the
other person. In doing this he presented his semi-erect penis towards non
other than the girl who had given him a brief fondle in the queue. She
wasted no time and quickly put her hand up the inside of his shorts and
stroked flesh on flesh. J was powerless. He could not get away from her
because the one passing him had virtually pinned him to the seat in front
of the girl and if he made a move to knock her hand away it would not go
unnoticed. The girl just smiled and repeated one word, "Nice."
Chapter 16 should be out fairly soon (within a few weeks at least). I do
hope you are enjoying reading this story as much as I am writing it.
Rick